He stayed buried inside her, unmoving, letting her feel every thick, pulsing inch of him stretching her open, filling her so completely her breath came in shallow, broken gasps.
Her pussy fluttered around him, still raw and oversensitive from the orgasm he'd ripped out of her with his mouth, walls fluttering and clenching like they couldn't decide whether to push him out or pull him deeper.
The room was thick with the smell of sex. The sheets beneath her ass were soaked, cool and wet against her skin, a growing puddle of her own slick and his spit and the faint metallic tang of her bitten lip.
His balls rested heavy against her asshole, slick with her juices, warm and heavy and swollen, pressing into that tight ring of muscle every time she clenched involuntarily.
Every tiny shift of his hips, barely a rock, made her whimper behind the hand she'd clamped over her own mouth, fingers trembling, nails digging crescents into her cheek, mascara-stained tears leaking between them.
